Finally, President Xavier, looking as reluctant as a bride on her wedding day, put on the helmet and settled in behind Joan Shaw.
Joan Shaw burst out laughing and gunned the engine. Miles Xavier gritted his teeth, wrapped his arms tightly around her, and pressed himself against her back.
'A helpless President Xavier was a strangely endearing sight.'
The wind howled in their ears. Joan Shaw screamed into it, as if trying to unleash all the pain she had bottled up inside.
The image of Nola Lane and Donovan Hale being intimate in the hotel room was seared into her mind, the memory cutting into her like shards of glass.
She screamed with wild abandon, while Miles Xavier was just annoyed that the wind was ruining his hair.
She finally stopped when the motorcycle turned into a rundown little alley.
"We're here." She planted her foot on the ground and took off her helmet.
Miles Xavier looked around. The place was a mess of run-down buildings, and the road was incredibly narrow.
